I don’t think I’d like that at all.” Gently, I turn her face up so it is not buried in my shoulder. “But it doesn’t matter. You are not me. ...They violated you; it is their fault not yours.”“I know that. But it only helps so much.” She sags against me. “Right now, I feel dirty. It’s hard to even be angry.”“I am angry on your behalf. You were just starting to get over not being a whore last time I saw you. I want to make them pay.”“And how are you going to do that? How are you going to take on an. There was no way of telling if she was any stupider. More than once she came home late because she had forgotten our address. I know I had gotten fatter, lazier and stupider. I was addicted to talk shows and soap operas - and played Bingo three nights a week. I got up around 10, as usual. I sat on the edge of the bed and stood up, grunting. I pull off my nightgown. My droopy tits bounce against my stomach, and jiggle as I scratch my potbelly where my stretch marks itch. After my shower. That day I came to know that my mom is really a big bitch who has fucked many guys I guess I go to the bathroom and start masturbating about thinking all that fuck session of mom and uncle and release my cumm when uncle gupta was gone mom came to my room to check that I am home or not when she saw me in my room and asked “beta tu kab aya??I replied bas mom abhi aya and then she kissed me on forehead and said fresh hoja mien tery lye nashta lagati hunAfter having a bath I go to dining table and. She pushed the flaps apart, and then I felt her fingers stroke my breasts. I couldn’t stop the pleasured moans that sprang forth in my chest at her glorious touch. Her thumbs brushed over my stiff nipples and my breath shuddered. She kept stroking me, caressing me, and I was in heaven. Feeling her soft, pretty fingers on my skin was the sweetest of tortures, and while it was not enough to bring me to that edge I yearned to topple over, my arousal still grew and grew with every second. My heart.